Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 158. 157. The King Plays
On the second day, Ed did not rush to the venue of the martial arts competition. Instead, he left the Royal Bachelor at the end of the early morning imperial meeting after dealing with the affairs.

The continent of Westeros has a taste of the separation of the bureaucratic system and the public service system of the empire on which the sun never sets.

The nobles as the leaders ruled the fief, but the bachelors who graduated from the Academy City were responsible for making suggestions, providing consultation, and implementing many specific management matters beside the nobles.

As a result, even some famous nobles in the history of Westeros could not even do basic reading and writing.

Because the appointment of bachelors is really easy.

Royal Bachelors enjoy a seat in the Imperial Council because of this tradition.

The current Bachelor of the Royal family is an old guy who can't even straighten his waist when walking. At least Ed has never seen him straighten his waist.

"Brother Pacelle." Ed's tone was serious and upright, which was in line with everyone's impression of him.

"I heard how many times did the former Prime Minister talk to you before he died?"

If it was before, then the old man would probably say that he was deaf when faced with this question, making Ed keep asking until nothing came of it.

But today, it seems that everyone already knows that the prime minister is not so attached to the death of the former prime minister.

So Grand Maester Pacelle could hear it clearly.

"Ah, I still remember what you said, please follow me. Lord Jon Arryn once borrowed a book from me, and I will show it to you."

So the Grand Maester led the Hand of the King to his office.

From the bookshelf behind the seat came out a terrifying tome.

——"The Genealogy and History of the Major Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms".

"Master Arryn read this book?"

Ed can also be considered to know his adoptive father, he is indeed a capable and hardworking person.

But reading this kind of tome has no practical value at first glance. He will not do this kind of thing that purely tortures himself.

"Hmm." The Grand Maester sat down on the chair with difficulty.

"This book mainly talks about the in-law relationship among the major nobles, as well as offspring and so on. It's really boring, but that's why the former Prime Minister came to me."

Ed pursed his lips and nodded. "Thank you for your help, I have borrowed this book."

"Oh, please, please."

Afterwards, Ed put the book on the desk of his prime minister's tower, and hurried to the tournament venue with Lan En and the guards.
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In today's competition schedule, the knight competition is over, and only the group competition is left, that is, a group of people. Whoever stands at the end wins.

There is also the archery contest that no one cares about.

Yesterday's bloodbath has been completely forgotten by people today, only Ed didn't bring them here in order not to frighten his daughters.

Because judging from his experience in participating in many martial arts competitions, the most tragic scene has to be a group competition.Most of the soldiers and mercenaries who came here for bonuses were those who could see blood.

What's more, although the prize money of the group competition is far less than that of the knight competition, the champion still has [-] gold dragons!That is a bonus that even the nobles of the fiefs would be jealous of!

It is not difficult to imagine what the scene of the group competition will look like for these money.

Lan En signed up for this project as the prime minister's guard.

Regardless of the amount of money, and how much Robert spent for a contest, why not earn ten thousand gold dragons anyway?

Bringing it into the magic world, although the shape of the coin is different, the gold content is also quite a lot!
When Ed heard Lan En sign up, he asked him if he needed to prepare a helmet for him.

After all, in group melee, the most fearful thing is black tricks coming from behind.And this kind of black trick, needless to say, will also greet unprotected places.

But Lan En refused very casually.

Ed sighed.

He knew that most capable people were arrogant, but he really cherished Lan En's brain.Without Lan En's help, Ed felt that he might soon be played to death by the chess players in King's Landing.

In addition to Lan En's "willfulness", the Prime Minister's even more troublesome thing is that his king's brother is not stopping.

Eddard Stark was barely outside the big tent where the king had slept last night when Robert's crackling voice was heard.

"Tighten it up! I'm telling you to fuck it up tighter! My flanks are leaking armor, do you want me to be cut open in the arena?!"

Then came the sound of fearful squires, and the sound of trying to tighten the leather straps on the armor.

"Robert, you are too fat to wear it."

Ed raised the door curtain and walked in, talking to his brother.

"Too fat? You said I was too fat, didn't you?!"

Robert growled in rage, as if he couldn't wait to smash someone's head off.But then, he laughed himself first.

"Is that what you say to your king? Ah, fuck you, Ned, why are you always right?"

A rare smile appeared on Ed's rigid and serious face, and he would only show such a relaxed smile in front of his relatives and righteous brothers.

But immediately, Ed saw the thin figure with a refined smile in the tent.Petyr Baelish.

Ed restrained his smile, but he didn't care too much.

In his opinion, with such a huge amount of prize money in the tournament, it would be abnormal if the Minister of Finance didn't cry to the king every day.

Turning his head, Ed was very clear that his purpose of coming here this time was to persuade his righteous brother.

"I hear you want to go to a joust? Don't do it, Robert. You are now."

"I'm the king now. I shouldn't demean myself, I shouldn't be vexatious, I shouldn't put myself in danger, blah blah blah! Damn it, my ears are numb!"

Robert slapped the squire's hand sharply, telling him to go on armoring himself, complaining loudly.

"Pycelle, Baelish said so. But you still have to say so when you come!"

"Do you want to hear how Cersei stopped me with her vicious words? Ask this guy if he dares to repeat it again?!"

Robert pointed at Petyr Baelish, and the Chancellor quickly waved his hand at Ed with a look that didn't want to get involved.

"Who do the old women think she is? I need her permission to do what I want? I am the king!"

Robert's fat face was belching and flushing with anger.

Ed just quietly watched his stepbrother growl and get angry until he stopped panting.

"So... you can even curse people out of breath now, and you still expect to be able to swing that war hammer?"

"Fuck, fuck" the king cursed under his breath, regained his composure, and sat down on the chair.

His fat face looked at Ed, as if remembering something.

After a long time, he opened his mouth slowly.

"I swear to you, I felt so alive when I won this throne, and now I feel so numb when I have it."

Some men are born to fight, and like swords, hang them up and wait to rust.

It was clear to Ed that Robert was like that.

But he still wants to persuade, because this is already Robert's country, it is his responsibility, and he can't help it.

"No one in the Seven Kingdoms would dare to risk your anger, Robert. Even if you play, you will not get the happiness you want, only a fake match."

"Yes." The king patted his stomach, which couldn't fit into the armor, with a low tone. "The truth is here. I'm just not reconciled, not reconciled"

".I was the best fighter in the world!"

Ed knew that this was considered persuasion.

Although the brother is in a bad mood, at least his safety and the stability of the kingdom will not be affected.

And just when Ed was about to pick up the wine glass on the table and pour a glass of comfort for himself and his righteous brother.Baelishna's voice clearly echoed.

"The Prime Minister is right, Your Majesty! Why do you have to hang out with those soldiers with mud legs? You have lost your demeanor for nothing."

Ed's hand stretched out to the wine glass froze in mid-air, and he looked back at Baelish who was smiling elegantly with a wooden face.

Robert is a smooth ass, and not like most nobles who hold their own.Robert couldn't be more proud of his abilities and exploits as a warrior!

Originally, this matter was considered to be persuaded, but as soon as Baelish's words came out,
"Soldier's muddy legs? Hustling? Ha, ha ha ha!"

Robert's voice was no longer crackling or loud.

But it made people shudder.Because when Robert actually went into battle in the Reaver's War.
This is also the tone!

Ed clenched his back teeth and glared at Baelish, who was also panicked.

Now the king must play!

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